Needa Gangsta lyrics

[Intro]
I need a gangster
To love me better
Than all the others do
To always forgive me
Ride or die with me
That's just what gangsters do

[Chorus: Stunna Girl]
I like n*ggas that take trips and get fast money
You say love me, daddy? Can you sell these packs for me?
My n*gga hit a lick and said, "Put up these racks for me"
My n*gga hit a lick and tell me, "Count these blues up"
Your baby daddy broke and he can't pour a deuce up
He wanna drip me in Chanel, blow a bag up in Saks
He be pullin' on my hair when he hit from the back
Yeah, I know this pus*y good, that's why you so attached
Yeah, I know this pus*y good, that's why you so attached
Yeah, I know this pus*y good, that's why you so attached
Yeah, I know this pus*y good, that's why you so attached

[Verse 1: Rich The Kid]
I put a Patek on the b*tch, I tell her f*ck me like I'm rich
She keep it wetter than a wrist, Chanel for my gangster b*tch (b*tch)
One time for the bad b*tches, two times for the hoes (Hoes)
Stars in the ceiling, she can f*ck me in the Rolls (Skrrt)
I tell her keep it gangster, put diamonds on her ankles (On her ankles)
b*tch bad, I'ma spank her, she want a gangster, not a wanksta (Woo)
f*ck her from the back, pull out her weave
di*k in her mouth, she on her knees
Quarter mil' for a show, we in Belize
Got a bankroll like the lottery (The lottery)
I f*ck her good, she don't lie to me
And she a boss, she buy me Prada, gotta keep it P (P)
And they might slime you out (Yeah), just to keep it G (No cap)
Put the pattycake up on her wrist, but it was factory (Rich)
[Verse 2: Stunna Girl]
My n*gga slimed blood out for the Carti' on my wrist
Spank one of you n*ggas for pillow talkin' like a b*tch
Don't matter how famous we get, my n*gga still doin' skits
Ski mask, hoodied up, in a black sleeve truck
Young n*gga, young b*tch sippin' thousand-dollar double cups
If 12 come knockin', then I'm stitch-lipped up
Even with my bonnet on, still get my pus*y ate up
If he ain't paper chasin', he with me laid up
I'm in my rich girl era, my n*gga bussin' plays
Your pimp hidin' in the closet while you bussin' dates
On a broke n*gga, we bussin' down wagyu steaks
Your b*tch pus*y wasn't sellin', she back sellin' plays?
n*gga tryna gas up, better pump your brakes
Got a brazy n*gga at home that shoot you with a Drac' (Rrah)
He treat me like royalty, I f*ck him like a skank
Thick thighs, brown eyes, Coca bottle shape
He got the rawest b*tch out, that's why these b*tches hate
I'm the type of b*tch to stash the Glock
And I'ma go on the run with him every time the spot get hot

[Chorus: Stunna Girl]
I like n*ggas that take trips and get fast money
You say love me, daddy? Can you sell these packs for me?
My n*gga hit a lick and said, "Put up these racks for me"
My n*gga hit a lick and tell me, "Count these blues up"
Your baby daddy broke and he can't pour a deuce up
He wanna drip me in Chanel, blow a bag up in Saks
He be pullin' on my hair when he hit from the back
Yeah, I know this pus*y good, that's why you so attached
Yeah, I know this pus*y good, that's why you so attached
Yeah, I know this pus*y good, that's why you so attached
Yeah, I know this pus*y good, that's why you so attached
[Outro]
I need a gangster
To love me better
Than all the others do
To always forgive me
Ride or die with me
That's just what gangsters do